Dusk Returns to the Ruined Building

The immortal life is long-lasting, but the love in the mortal world is hard to find.

Those who practice Taoism never seem to be afraid of the passing of time, but they do have a genuine worry about worldly love.

Once you fall in love with the world, you will be intoxicated by it even if the years pass by, because there are two things in this world that will bind you forever!

One is memory, which is like the mirage in the mirror, clear but untouchable; the other is longing, which is like a pipe dream, beautiful but ultimately empty.

On the bank of the Cangyue River, two men holding long swords passed each other and turned around at the same time.

The handsome and cheerful man smiled and said to the heroic woman:

"Has anyone ever said a word to you?"

The woman smiled and asked:

"Has anyone ever said a word to you?"

What’s interesting is that after asking the question, the two turned around and walked in opposite directions.

Not long after, a dark green sword energy flowed down the Cang Yue River, carrying a sentence:

“You are beautiful!”

At the same time, a dark sword beam went upstream, and a message was also conveyed:

"You are very handsome!"

This was their first meeting. There was a smile and sword energy conveying feelings.

In Yuyao Tower, two handsome men and beautiful women holding long swords met again and sat at the same table!

"You are so beautiful, what is your name?"

"You are so handsome, what's your name?"

The interesting thing is that neither of them answered. Instead, they sat at the same table drinking, listening to the music of the piano together, and walked out of Yuyao Tower and Jianying City at the same time.

The sword is on the city wall, the setting sun shines alone in the evening, and the sunset glows full of sword light!

Before the last ray of sunset set, the two men stood at the two ends of the Jianying City wall with swords in hand!

"My name is Han Ningshuang!"

"My name is Sima Lifeng!"

The two of them joined hands to travel to Yingzhou on horseback. The man was talented and the woman was beautiful, and their swords worked together. For a time, they became popular in the cultivation world and were famous in the martial arts world!

In front of Yandang Mountain, the two no longer held swords, but held each other's hands. After expressing their love for each other, they held hands and looked at each other with tears in their eyes.

"Ningshuang, I will go to Yanquan to find you!"

"I'm waiting for you!"

A simple promise eventually became a memory; the words "I'll wait for you" turned into "I'm coming to find you!", but Sima Lifeng was unable to leave the Cangyun Sect, just because of three words: The Cult of Gods and Demons!

In front of the Cangyun Sect's mountain gate, Han Ningshuang left a message helplessly:

"I'll wait for you at Yanquan!"

This wait lasted for decades, but Sima Lifeng did not dare to cross the river, because there were three words in his heart: Cang Yun Sect!

This is all the memories of Sima Lifeng, the sword genius of Cang Yun Sect, when he woke up. There is deep love, sadness of separation, regret, guilt, and... There are too many memories that he dare not touch again in his entire life!

When Sima Lifeng was drunk, he was missing his lover. As for what lovesickness was, outsiders didn't know because he himself didn't know!

Perhaps lovesickness is wine, and wine is also lovesickness!

When sober, there are memories; when drunk, there is longing. This is the most true portrayal of Sima Lifeng over the past few decades. As for kendo, maybe it’s in dreams!

On the banks of the Hanyin River, Sima Lifeng held a glass of wine in his hand, not knowing whether he should drink it or not. He mustered up his courage and thought clearly that he wanted to go to Yanquan to find Han Ningshuang, but every time he came to the banks of the Hanyin River, he would stop.

This is a natural chasm that is so difficult to cross, and this time is no exception!

Sima Lifeng can't forget his memories, can't get out of his longing for his sword, just like he lives in a dream, but he doesn't know it! The wind of the Hanyin River can't wake him up, and the best wine in the world can't make him drunk.

"Master, what should I do? You stopped me back then, but you left Cang Yun Sect. I, I..."

Sima Lifeng drew his sword, drank from the pot in his left hand, and swung the sword with his right hand. He wrote three words with three sips of wine: Cang Yun Zong.

Afterwards, he drank from the pot in his right hand and wielded the sword with his left hand. The three sips of wine also wrote three words: The Cult of Gods and Demons.

Sima Lifeng stood in the middle, taking a sip of wine in his left hand and a sip of wine in his right hand. He looked left and right, he really didn't know what to do!

On the banks of the Hanyin River, Sima Lifeng fell into a dream again. He fell into drunkenness from wine, and fell into dream from drunkenness. In the dream, he held a sword, raised it to the sky, and slashed the natural chasm with the sword.

Huge waves arose on the Hanyin River and it began to rain on the banks of the Hanyin River, drowning the God and Demon Sect and washing away the Cangyun Sect. But Sima Lifeng still stood there, not knowing where to go!

"A-choo, a-choo! Winter... winter... it rains suddenly in winter. Although it is short, it is an auspicious... an auspicious sign!"

Sima Lifeng's rain of swords not only soaked himself, but also many passers-by along the Hanyin River were caught in the disaster!

Among them was a thin man dressed in coarse cloth and tattered clothes. You might say he was a Taoist priest, but his clothes didn’t look like a Taoist priest. However, he wore a Hunyuan scarf on his head and held a banner in his hand.

He should be a fortune teller! But he looks like a liar. He is not very old, but the tuft of mustache under his mouth is very interesting. At this moment, he is as wet as Sima Lifeng!

"My dear guest, the heavens have sent auspicious signs. You are about to have good luck! Why…why don't you tell me the fortune?"

The fortune teller was a stutterer. He was walking along the bank of the Hanyin River and asking questions as he went along. Unfortunately, passers-by avoided him.

Alas, he is a swindler and his dress is not fitting. Not only does he look weird, but he even says that the fortune teller is a stutterer. Who can accept this?

Soon this person came in front of Sima Lifeng.

"Sir, this is a good omen from heaven. You are about to have good luck. Why don't you read my fortune?"

Sima Lifeng was drunk and in a dilemma, not knowing how to advance or retreat. Of course, he was also enjoying the beauty of lovesickness!

"Ningshuang, did you hear me? I am going to have good luck, but why not you? Ningshuang, I miss you! I have been thinking about you for decades. I have been having good luck all my life, but the only thing I lack is luck in my relationship with you!"

Sima Lifeng hugged the fortune teller and talked like a drunken dream!

"Hey, sir, my name is Lao Cang, not Ning Shuang. Don't kiss me!"

The fortune teller pushed the drunk Sima Lifeng away and complained:

"Oh, it's a blessing from heaven. Am I lucky?"

After saying that, he was ready to leave.

"Wait a minute, I want to tell your fortune!"

Sima Lifeng woke up, half drunk and half awake. Why did he read this divination? Because he saw the banner, and the words on it were very interesting!

"A careless person asks for blessings instead of disasters; a sentimental person seeks love as well as fate!"

Sima Lifeng felt that he was a lover, but why was he unable to find love?

"When I first arrived in Yingzhou, I had a distinguished guest come to visit me. Wonderful, wonderful!"

The fortune teller Lao Cang had a fawning smile on his face.

The fortune teller Lao Cang helped Sima Lifeng to lean against a huge rock nearby. There was nothing he could do as Sima Lifeng was staggering and trying to snatch his banner. He could only settle this distinguished guest first!

The result was that Sima Lifeng was sitting on the ground with his back against a huge rock, while the fortune teller Lao Cang was standing in front of Sima Lifeng, holding a divination banner in his hand and lightly twirling his beard. It was quite interesting!

"This guest, you are from an extraordinary family! With the Sky-supporting Stone at your back, you are firmly seated in a place of auspiciousness. Not bad, not bad, this guest is blessed with no disasters!"

The auspicious place that the fortune teller Lao Cang mentioned was a puddle. Sima Lifeng was sitting in the puddle. He was soaked like a drowned chicken anyway, so he didn't feel anything!

Sima Lifeng pointed at the hexagram flag and took another sip of wine!

"I'll say the following sentence, and then you tell me whether I'm a romantic or heartless person."

The fortune teller Lao Cang held the divination flag in his right hand and twisted it gently, while his left hand was still twisting his beard.

After a long time, he looked at Sima Lifeng with some pity and sighed:

"Love is fate, fate belongs to the heart, if the heart has no fate, then fate ends with love!"

The drunk Sima Lifeng woke up in an instant, stood up suddenly, looked coldly at the fortune teller Lao Cang, and asked:

"Who are you? How do you know this?"

The long sword pointed directly at the fortune teller Lao Cang's throat!

At this moment, Sima Lifeng heard a familiar voice!

"The Cang Yun Sect is a bunch of scum. They use their superb swordsmanship to play in the water instead of killing people. Damn it, I'm so angry! Oh, poor little brother, please don't let them lead you astray!"

"Sister, stop complaining. Are you sure that the sword strike just now was from the Cang Yun Sect?"

"I'm so angry! I almost got fed to the turtle in the river! Don't let me find this person. If I don't soak him in the Hanyin River for three days and three nights, I'm not a sister!"

Two people came to the Hanyin River, crossing the river. One was A-mei, and the other was of course the half-faced girl Ling'er.

They have arrived at Yingzhou!